A four-year-old knocks golf balls into a ball collector’s cart with uncanny accuracy—which yes, kind of makes him an asshole, but since I’ve done this myself on numerous occasions, he’s a funny asshole.
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I think the dad’s the bigger asshole here, he’s encouraging this shit.
Woah, people. Aiming for, and hitting, the cart does NOT make someone an asshole. It makes them a champion. That ball pickerupper is basically asking for it. They’re a moving target, totally protected.
If you’re at the range and not aiming for the cart, chances are you’re sort of a boring dude.
ROM, like a drunk driver aiming for the ONE car sitting disabled on the side of the road?
ROM knows what time it is
How many sleepless nights must we spend in our lifetime wondering where tomorrow’s asshole is coming from.